Enterprise Fan Fic, T'Pol/Archer, PG13(teen)
Illogical Mission ~ By LKinko
Summary: PWP. A fairly tale with a twist, A/T’P style. ~ Beta service by Kat. Thanks Kat!
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, Enterprise or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry.
T’Pol felt achy as chills ran through her body. She slowly opened her eyes to survey her surroundings. She was lying on the damped leaf covered ground… in the woods? Where was she? And how had she arrived? Where were her crewmates? Captain Archer?
She slowly eased herself up shaking off the cold. She looked around and only found bared trees where the leaves had fallen to carpet the ground. The only sounds she heard were soft chirps, perhaps from local wild life. Then she spotted something a few feet away. When she approached, she found a weaved container with a handle made from tree bark. On it was an encrypted PADD… in Vulcan, an official order from High Command.
Was she on another covert operation? Was this the reason for the lapse in her memory?
When she tapped the security codes into the PADD, it came to life with a beep. Her order was to deliver the weaved container to the Communications Officer, Ensign Sato who would rendezvous at a log structure 10 miles away.
She cautiously opened the container and found a glass bottle with red liquid and a wrapped rations of… cake? On the bottom, she noticed a crimson material and pulled it out to find a hooded cape. She believed it to be a disguise for her and this planet was too cold for her Vulcan physiology.
She draped the crimson cape over her and firmly pulled up the hood, concealing her face. Then studied the map on the PADD. After gaining her bearings, she made her way through the woods to her rendezvous point.
~*~*~
She proceeded diligently, paying keen attention to her surroundings for few miles. She did not encounter any living creatures yet she could still hear the chirping melody of some type of animal.
Then suddenly she heard a familiar voice. “Hello, Darlin’.”
She spun on her heels to find Commander Tucker behind her, casually leaning on a tree. How had he approached without her knowledge? Or had he been there all along and she had not notice?
“Where ya goin’, Little T?”
Little T? She was puzzled. Even within their deepening friendship, he had never called her ‘Little T’. She studied him further. He was scruffy looking as though he had not bathed or shaved for many days. His eyes looked glazed as though he were drugged. When he spoke again, his lips curled into a sneer.
“Whatcha doin’ Darlin’?”
Instead of answering his question, she asked. “Mr. Tucker. Where are the others?”
“Don’t know,” he answered with a shrug.
“How did you arrive at this location?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
T’Pol realized something was amiss. The Commander was staring; no she corrected herself, leering at her. He looked and sounded like Tucker she knew but she could tell it was not the real Charles Tucker.
When he took a step closer with an out-reached hand, she quickly backed away.
“What’s wrong, T’Pol baby? Come on, Darlin’, I need your magic fingers.” He sneered again baring his teeth.
She backed away further, clutching the weaved container. “I must go.” In a swirl of her crimson cape, she ran leaving that creature calling after her.
~*~*~
She quickly made her way through the woods and finally located the small log structure. It looked very familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she’d seen it before.
She stealthy entered the darken dwelling and almost missed a figure lying on a bed, covered in many layers of quilts.
“Ensign Sato?” T’Pol softly called out.
“Is that you, Sub Commander?” The prone figure asked with a scraggy voice.
T’Pol felt uneasy. “Are you ill, Ensign?”
“Yes. Come closer.”
T’Pol approached slowly then noticed something peculiar about Sato’s features. “What has happened to your ear?”
“Umm…” the figure stammered, “You know I need big ears to be the Communications Officer. Now, come closer.”
T’Pol took another cautious step and saw a large red appendage flick out of the mouth. “Ensign, have you been infected by an unknown virus? Your tongue seems to have… enlarged.”
Suddenly the figure she believed to be Sato pushed away the quilt covers and leaped on her, knocking her flat on her back. The Commander Tucker she had seen in the woods earlier had her pinned to the floor.
He sneered and flicked out his tongue with a growl. “This is to taste you with.” As his hefty appendage was about to lick her sensitive Vulcan ear, the door flew opened with a loud bang and her savior quickly shot the wild, deranged creature.
When she looked up, T’Pol saw her rescuer, Captain Archer who helped her to her feet.
“Are you okay, Little Red T? Did the big bad wolf hurt you?”
Little Red T? The big bad wolf? This was not logical! What was going on here? T’Pol stomped her feet in a very unVulcan like manner and yelled, “I demand a explanation!”
The Captain grasped her by the arms, gently shaking her. “Are you okay, Little T? T’Pol…?”
She closed her eyes as she tried to regulate her rapid heartbeat. When she finally opened them, she found herself lying in a warm comfortable bed. A whiff of familiar scent filled the air but when she heard a soft growl, she stiffened. She looked over at the figure lying next to her and relaxed as she recognized the face and gentle snoring of her bed partner.
She sat up to ease out of the bed but was stopped by the tender grasp of his hand. “T’Pol?” he asked with concern clear in his voice.
“I am fine, Jonathan. Go back to sleep.”
He smiled as he answered, “Okay.”
T’Pol went into the bathroom and fetched herself a glass of water to clear her mind. She walked back in to their shared room and picked up the PADD from the desk. As she glanced at it, she remembered the last story she read before retiring for the night.
Ensign Sato had downloaded several human children’s stories for T’Pol. She slowly ran her hand over the bulge of her stomach with a content sigh. She knew it was illogical but she spoke softly to her unborn child. “If this is the type of dream it causes, I won’t be reading any earth tales to you.” Then she reconsidered, “Perhaps I will just explain that Fairly Tales are… illogical.”
“Who are you talking to?” asked the father of her child.
“No one,” she answered with a tinge of embarrassment.
Jonathan knew, but he wasn’t about to point out that the most loving Vulcan he’d ever known was having a discussion with her stomach. “Come back to bed,” he suggested as he stifled his glee.
T’Pol knew he was trying not to laugh but she didn’t mind. In fact she enjoyed it along with other emotions she sensed through their bond. Joy, contentment, love.
She laid in their bed as he ran his large hand over the expanse of her stretched abdomen. As she drifted into slumber, she wonder what dream their hybrid child would experience from the illogical story of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’.
~ End ~
A/N ~ The story was based on one of my childhood favorite. Hope you enjoyed the illogical world of PWP (Plot? What Plot?) Of course crimson cape is Red Riding Hood and weaved container is the basket.
Summary: PWP. A fairly tale with a twist, A/T’P style. ~ Beta service by Kat. Thanks Kat!
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, Enterprise or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry.
T’Pol felt achy as chills ran through her body. She slowly opened her eyes to survey her surroundings. She was lying on the damped leaf covered ground… in the woods? Where was she? And how had she arrived? Where were her crewmates? Captain Archer?
She slowly eased herself up shaking off the cold. She looked around and only found bared trees where the leaves had fallen to carpet the ground. The only sounds she heard were soft chirps, perhaps from local wild life. Then she spotted something a few feet away. When she approached, she found a weaved container with a handle made from tree bark. On it was an encrypted PADD… in Vulcan, an official order from High Command.
Was she on another covert operation? Was this the reason for the lapse in her memory?
When she tapped the security codes into the PADD, it came to life with a beep. Her order was to deliver the weaved container to the Communications Officer, Ensign Sato who would rendezvous at a log structure 10 miles away.
She cautiously opened the container and found a glass bottle with red liquid and a wrapped rations of… cake? On the bottom, she noticed a crimson material and pulled it out to find a hooded cape. She believed it to be a disguise for her and this planet was too cold for her Vulcan physiology.
She draped the crimson cape over her and firmly pulled up the hood, concealing her face. Then studied the map on the PADD. After gaining her bearings, she made her way through the woods to her rendezvous point.
~*~*~
She proceeded diligently, paying keen attention to her surroundings for few miles. She did not encounter any living creatures yet she could still hear the chirping melody of some type of animal.
Then suddenly she heard a familiar voice. “Hello, Darlin’.”
She spun on her heels to find Commander Tucker behind her, casually leaning on a tree. How had he approached without her knowledge? Or had he been there all along and she had not notice?
“Where ya goin’, Little T?”
Little T? She was puzzled. Even within their deepening friendship, he had never called her ‘Little T’. She studied him further. He was scruffy looking as though he had not bathed or shaved for many days. His eyes looked glazed as though he were drugged. When he spoke again, his lips curled into a sneer.
“Whatcha doin’ Darlin’?”
Instead of answering his question, she asked. “Mr. Tucker. Where are the others?”
“Don’t know,” he answered with a shrug.
“How did you arrive at this location?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
T’Pol realized something was amiss. The Commander was staring; no she corrected herself, leering at her. He looked and sounded like Tucker she knew but she could tell it was not the real Charles Tucker.
When he took a step closer with an out-reached hand, she quickly backed away.
“What’s wrong, T’Pol baby? Come on, Darlin’, I need your magic fingers.” He sneered again baring his teeth.
She backed away further, clutching the weaved container. “I must go.” In a swirl of her crimson cape, she ran leaving that creature calling after her.
~*~*~
She quickly made her way through the woods and finally located the small log structure. It looked very familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she’d seen it before.
She stealthy entered the darken dwelling and almost missed a figure lying on a bed, covered in many layers of quilts.
“Ensign Sato?” T’Pol softly called out.
“Is that you, Sub Commander?” The prone figure asked with a scraggy voice.
T’Pol felt uneasy. “Are you ill, Ensign?”
“Yes. Come closer.”
T’Pol approached slowly then noticed something peculiar about Sato’s features. “What has happened to your ear?”
“Umm…” the figure stammered, “You know I need big ears to be the Communications Officer. Now, come closer.”
T’Pol took another cautious step and saw a large red appendage flick out of the mouth. “Ensign, have you been infected by an unknown virus? Your tongue seems to have… enlarged.”
Suddenly the figure she believed to be Sato pushed away the quilt covers and leaped on her, knocking her flat on her back. The Commander Tucker she had seen in the woods earlier had her pinned to the floor.
He sneered and flicked out his tongue with a growl. “This is to taste you with.” As his hefty appendage was about to lick her sensitive Vulcan ear, the door flew opened with a loud bang and her savior quickly shot the wild, deranged creature.
When she looked up, T’Pol saw her rescuer, Captain Archer who helped her to her feet.
“Are you okay, Little Red T? Did the big bad wolf hurt you?”
Little Red T? The big bad wolf? This was not logical! What was going on here? T’Pol stomped her feet in a very unVulcan like manner and yelled, “I demand a explanation!”
The Captain grasped her by the arms, gently shaking her. “Are you okay, Little T? T’Pol…?”
She closed her eyes as she tried to regulate her rapid heartbeat. When she finally opened them, she found herself lying in a warm comfortable bed. A whiff of familiar scent filled the air but when she heard a soft growl, she stiffened. She looked over at the figure lying next to her and relaxed as she recognized the face and gentle snoring of her bed partner.
She sat up to ease out of the bed but was stopped by the tender grasp of his hand. “T’Pol?” he asked with concern clear in his voice.
“I am fine, Jonathan. Go back to sleep.”
He smiled as he answered, “Okay.”
T’Pol went into the bathroom and fetched herself a glass of water to clear her mind. She walked back in to their shared room and picked up the PADD from the desk. As she glanced at it, she remembered the last story she read before retiring for the night.
Ensign Sato had downloaded several human children’s stories for T’Pol. She slowly ran her hand over the bulge of her stomach with a content sigh. She knew it was illogical but she spoke softly to her unborn child. “If this is the type of dream it causes, I won’t be reading any earth tales to you.” Then she reconsidered, “Perhaps I will just explain that Fairly Tales are… illogical.”
“Who are you talking to?” asked the father of her child.
“No one,” she answered with a tinge of embarrassment.
Jonathan knew, but he wasn’t about to point out that the most loving Vulcan he’d ever known was having a discussion with her stomach. “Come back to bed,” he suggested as he stifled his glee.
T’Pol knew he was trying not to laugh but she didn’t mind. In fact she enjoyed it along with other emotions she sensed through their bond. Joy, contentment, love.
She laid in their bed as he ran his large hand over the expanse of her stretched abdomen. As she drifted into slumber, she wonder what dream their hybrid child would experience from the illogical story of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’.
~ End ~
A/N ~ The story was based on one of my childhood favorite. Hope you enjoyed the illogical world of PWP (Plot? What Plot?) Of course crimson cape is Red Riding Hood and weaved container is the basket.